Secretly Rich Son In Law Novels & Stories

"Well, what about a book?" "Antonio knows nothing about my situation. I lisd to him okay? I couldn't tell him what I did, and so he thinks he can take me to court if he gets his hands on the signed book that contains the will to my wealth. He thinks our late father had a secret wealth meant for us both, that I've kept to myself the entire time." Ge explained. I thought it made absolutely no sense but I still chose to ignore it. I continued to internally convince myself that he was not a part of my oife, and so I wouldn't commit his words to heart.

When I walked into the Romano Group’s marble lobby that morning, I didn’t expect to see him with her. Giovanni Romano — my husband, my son’s father — stood by the glass elevator, gently brushing a strand of hair from Elena Duval’s face. She was all soft laughter and pale perfume, the kind of woman who looked like she belonged in champagne ads, not in the same world as me. And the way he looked at her — like she was the air he hadn’t breathed in years — burned straight through me.

She asks, eyeing get suspiciously. “Because it's Williams Richard's son's mom! The person that slept with Ruth nine months ago is the richest man in the world! Williams Richard!”. “What?"

“Kia, wasn’t it? Parblo’s son. Not exactly your league, but the heart wants what it wants... at least for a season.” He looked back at her father. “Must’ve been quite the scandal in your household. Your daughter is linked to a nobody. A servant’s son... And she’s engaged to Jason Rossi, a man with pedigree. One might imagine… the contrast embarrassed you.” Mr. Leontis drew in a slow breath, trying to keep his smile affixed as the air around him grew more suffocating. “Master Ford, I don’t get what you are implying.” Rome’s expression didn’t change, but something in the temperature shifted again. Subtly. Dangerously.

He looked over at Alexander, who was checking his phone but clearly listening. "So," Dad lowered his voice, leaning in. "That's him? The billionaire causing all the stir in Manhattan?" I chuckled, a small, genuine sound. "Yes, Dad. That's him." "He's... tall," Dad noted, impressed. "And he wears a suit well. Better than the last one." The mention of Richard hung in the air. My father had liked Richard. Or, at least, he had liked Richard's status. He had liked having a son-in-law who was a CEO.

He pulled me into a supply closet and pushed me against the wall, his hand over my mouth. "Listen to me very carefully," he hissed, his face inches from mine. "Eli is my biological son. I have proof, real genetic proof that will hold up in any court. And with Liam's signature on those documents giving away his fortune, with his assets frozen, with his reputation destroyed by Victoria's revelations, he has no legal standing. No resources to fight me." I bit his hand. He jerked back with a curse, and I screamed again, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

I picked up my phone with my free hand and opened Rowan’s contact. His matte black card was still in the drawer near the entrance, but I’d saved his number after the lighting issue was resolved. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, wondering if texting him now would make me look like a neighbor who desperately needed a new hobby. Then I typed. Me: [Next time maybe don’t give my son’s biography to a table full of billionaires.] I read it again. Then hit send. Rowan: [Noted. I’ll limit future disclosures to his position on robotics.]

“You actually came.” “I was forced.” Hale laughed. “I figured.” I entered the ballroom together with Hale. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead while an orchestra played softly in the distance. “This family really knows how to spend money,” Hale muttered. I ignored the comment. “Where’s Victor Graham?” Hale looked around. “The birthday celebrant?” “No.” “The son.” Victor Graham Jr. One of the newest names among wealthy investors. After the investor leak… He had quietly withdrawn every naira he’d invested in Vilmorre Enterprises.

I am a horrible liar if I am not going to admit that he is kinda hot wearing those. To be honest, I've been living in this house for three years now, but I don't have proper communication with any of these people here. My father is busy being the president of the country, as he should, and there's Sebastian trying his best to be one of the best students in the same university I go to. I have said it before, and I will say it again, I barely know him. But I could feel how tiring and demanding it is for him to meet everyone's expectations. This is the good part of being an illegitimate son.

"You know I don't love her!" "Son," he leaned forward and stared into his resembled orbs. "You don't do love when it comes to the business world." * * Am I the only one who thinks Richard's father has some secrets... Or he is using this allies for something? Vote with gems and comments with ratings 🥺❤ ~H.B.H~